Nightmares
Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already.
Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream.
"Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..
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